I have never been much of a street photographer as I believe that doing it in the city on lives in does nothing for me in inspiration. I have to go to Paris, Mexico City, Venice, Florence and Guanajuato,Mexico. It was sometime in the beginning of this century that this idiot figure out that to have nostalgia for a place you must be somewhere else.
Good street photography involves the waiting for people to move where you want them (without telling them). Henri Cartier-Bresson called it waiting for the decisive moment. In some cases I would think that he was just lucky.
In my visit to Mexico City and Cuernavaca, Morelos I took two photographs where the the results, good ones, happened because of luck. I like that Mexican word chiripa. I wrote about it in this blog.
The photograph at Cuernavaca’s Borda Gardenm blurry because I used a LensBaby with my Fuji X-E1 digital camera is a good one because a woman appeared as a silhouette. She was there when I pressed the shutter.
The photograph also in Cuernavaca of the little sandal store I took with my phone. I took only one. When I shot it the man in the motorcycle was there. His presence adds a human one to a photograph that would have been empty of humanity.
The third photograph of the owner of the store I also took with my Galaxy phone. I don’t think it is exceptional except it works because we chatted before I took it. Connecting with people sometimes brings luck, too.
